In Xue Qing's eyes, it was as if a fierce fire had ignited, revealing a nearly arrogant ambition. She spoke again, her voice like the clash of metal, sharp and clear, resonating between the mountain walls of the stream:
"The day I embarked on the cultivation path, I vowed to become the best under the heavens, undefeated in the world. Today marks the beginning!"
Chu Zheng's gaze grew deep, as chaotic thoughts filled his mind; fragmented memories, shattered by the river of space-time, tumbled and gradually intertwined into many images.
A figure slowly emerged in his mind, enveloped in gentle moonlight, with whispers echoing in his head.
"Go to the Ancient Times... there you will find all the answers you seek."
